Wind Chimes

Avatar Author: Katie I'm Katie. I'll be twenty in June. I'm a walking contradiction. I'm an oddity, but I'm so average that you could walk right by without even knowing I'm there. I've struggled my entire life to be noticed by someone. ... Read Bio

I hate wind chimes. I remember sitting on Grandma’s porch with her everyday, talking, waiting for Jim the mailman, watching people as they walk down our alley. There were always wind chimes. I could hear them, and until I grew up and actually started living, I never cared.

Conemaugh is a wonderful place to grow up, but a terrible place to live. All throughout high school, I cursed my father for making me live here, and I always wondered how the hell he could stand it. It’s an uneventful, rainy, unattractive, sleepy little western Pennsylvania town. And worst of all: there were always wind chimes.

I hear those damn things in my sleep, ringing brightly with no real tune or rhythm. They haunt me constantly, reminding me of just how much I hate this place.

I’m sitting outside, counting cars. It’s noon. You would think the streets would be buzzing, but nothing’s coming. High traffic here means five cars, maximum. All I hear are wind chimes.

I get my money.

“Hello? I’d like to buy a ticket to New York…”

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Really nice job conveying the idyllic tranquility at the same time as the character utter disdain for it.

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